Sorry That I Wasn’t Sorry

“Why don`t people look?”  Her voice was an angry, rasping whisper. She was talking to me. Not directly. But still, that salvo was clearly aimed at me. I was hustling through the grocery store at noon on a Wednesday, running one of five “quick” errands I was wedging into the middle of my workday. Strawberries, […]

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Broken Spoons, Gone to Pieces

I love these spoons. OK, granted, they are not spoons.  They are spoon-shaped spoon-holders.  And they are broken. Yet again. The royal blue-and-yellow piece-in-pieces is from Portugal, a gift from my parents from a winter ventures to the Algarve. It was my first spoon-holder and I used it for all it was worth. And then some. Obviously. […]

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